Scrooge and Magica slowly made their way back to McDuck manor, Magica leaning on Scrooge for support as the magic Haguk had used left her body weak and she was honestly amazed that she had the strength to walk. The walk was agonizingly slow and silent. Magica didn't really have the strength to talk and Scrooge just didn't want to say anything, couldn't say anything really; his family and friends were trapped in the clutches of some mad magician with terrifyingly strong magic and he felt just as helpless as the day Della was lost. What could he possibly do to stop this madness; by himself? His fortune being gone at the moment was of little concern in the grand scheme of things; he'd learned that the hard way with Della, money was easily replaced but those dearest to him could never be replaced.
When they arrived at his mansion it felt cold and empty; it reminded Scrooge too much of those dark days he'd spent there alone, sulking and brooding over his abandonment by his family, except this time it was even more suffocating because everyone hadn't just walked away on their own, they'd been taken and there hadn't been a thing he could do about it. He was honestly just lucky that Haguk hadn't captured himself and Magica although if this was to be the end then they should be in that horrible tower with everyone else; instead they were alone in the big empty mansion.
They entered Scrooge's room and Magica lay on her pile of pillows while Scrooge stared out his window. The silence dragged on for what felt like hours before either of them said anything. "This is all your fault." Magica heard Scrooge's quivering voice say finally. "If you hadn't lied to that dimwit and caused all of this my family would be safe right now!" His voice grew louder and his tone harsher with every word. "This the worst screw up you've ever made DeSpell!" "Don't you dare take this out on me! I didn't go bringing Glomgold into this and I certainly didn't have a thing to do with that stupid medallion or that Warlock!" She spat back at Scrooge. He stayed silent, never turning away from the window. "I'm a victim in this too, and so is my family!" "I doubt you care too much about them, you've all made that pretty clear." He responded, still facing the window but voice and tone calmed. "I know we don't always get along but… they are my sisters… and granny…the truth is, I love my family too, as obnoxious as they can be!"
Again, there was silence, Scrooge still had his back to her, looking out the window as clouds crept across the sky, hiding the moon from view. "So, you won't even look at me now because you blame me for all of this? Fine. I'm too exhausted to fight with you right now anyway." Magica had started to roll over to try to sleep when she heard a soft sound. She sat up and listened, hearing it again she realized what she was hearing; Scrooge was sniffling. "Scrooge…?" She asked softly, almost unsure if she really wanted him to respond. When he didn't she decided to muster up what little strength she had left and slowly walked over to him.
Scrooge jumped when he felt her hand on his shoulder. He turned to face her and she saw it; his eyes were welled up, tear streaks trailed down his face. "Scrooge; You never…" She trailed off, unable to find words as Scrooge McDuck was never the type to shed tears; even when injured he'd just get back up and laugh it off. Of course, this was far worse than any physical injury. "I've lost everything… they're all gone and I can't do a darned thing about it…" He wiped his face. "And now I guess whatever dignity I had left is gone too…" He looked her in the eye and saw that she too, had tears forming at the edges of her tired eyes. "We both have Scroogie…" She tried to chuckled a bit at the irony of the situation, to lighten the mood even a little bit but both of their hearts were too heavy to be lifted.
In that moment of shared grief Scrooge felt his anger melt away and with it his energy; everything had left him almost as drained as Magica and as they stood there, wiping tears from their eyes, he realized that neither of them was truly alone; they were still standing there with each other, whatever consolation that was.
"Scrooge…" Magica started. "I… am truly sorry about all of this, I know that probably doesn't mean much now but…" She trailed off. "I'm sorry too." He said. "This isn't entirely your fault and you are as much a victim here as I am." His voice was soft and broken. She could hear nothing but heartbreak in his voice now. Then, he hugged her; gently and yet if felt as though he was using her as an anchor of sorts, to keep from losing himself in the sea of grief they'd found themselves adrift in. She hugged him back, silently accepting the comforting gesture because she needed it as much as he did in that moment.
When they let go of each other she returned to her pile of pillows. "I wish I could say 'goodnight' but this isn't a very good night." She said. He smiled sadly. "No, it isn't." He looked at his bed and as tired as he was it just felt, almost wrong to be able to return to his bed and sleep while his family was being put through who knows what by Haguk. Scrooge knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, no matter how much he needed to. "Scrooge… you should rest." Magica looked up at him. "I can't…" He looked toward the window again and yawned. "I feel exhausted, likely not as much as you, but knowing that they're up there and I can't do anything… How can I even think of sleeping?" "Because, if you don't then you truly won't be able to help them. I know you well enough to know that you will think of something but not if your brain is sleep deprived."
Scrooge turned around and looked at her. "You really think I can do something about this?" Magica nodded. "Yes, I do. After all, you're Scrooge McDuck. You don't give up, you're too stubborn for that." She chuckled softly before yawning herself. "But that will get you nowhere if you don't rest." He smiled a little. "Thanks…" Magica then closed her eyes and drifted off. Scrooge yawned again and decided he would at least try to get some sleep.